The paragraph was about the Marquis of Walderhurst." "He is Lady Maria's cousin," said Emily, "and he will be there when I am." She was a friendly creature, and lived a life so really isolated from any ordinary companionship that her simple little talks with Jane and Mrs.Cupp were a pleasure to her.

The Cupps were neither gossiping nor intrusive, and she felt as if they were her friends.

Once when she had been ill for a week she remembered suddenly realising that she had no intimates at all, and that if she died Mrs.Cupp's and Jane's would certainly be the last faces--and the only ones--she would see.

She had cried a little the night she thought of it, but then, as she told herself, she was feverish and weak, and it made her morbid.
"It was because of this invitation that I wanted to talk to you, Jane," she went on.

"You see, we shall have to begin to contrive about dresses." "Yes, indeed, miss.